Apartment

Apartment // Two.

The raven like sheets cover my face but the sunlight pierces right through the blinds. I groan at the idea of waking up, but it's such a beautiful day out, the world is calling out for me.
I get out of bed, I feel the cool wooden floor beneath my feet. I walk pass the mirror on my way to the shower, the one I never pay attention to, because what's the point?

I brush my teeth and hop in the shower, then my phone begins to ring. I peek at it, it's Harry. "Hello?" I yawn.

"Did you just wake up, sleepy head? What's that noise?" Harry pries.

"Um yeah? It's early and the noise is coming from the shower head, I'm showering." I answer.

"It's 1 in the afternoon and why wasn't I invited?" He chuckles making me laugh at his stupid contagious titter.

"Be quiet Harry." I utter while uselessly rolling my eyes.

"Can't help it, you're too gorgeous Luna." He continues to tantalise. "But wow, I still can't believe you've just woken up. You better not be late to my party tonight."

"Hold up. I'm almost done, I just need to rinse off." I say as I finish showering. I step out wrapping a towel around my body, letting my hair air dry. "Party? You said it was a small get together! Harry Styles, did you lie to me?"

He sighs a laugh "I had to, you would have said no otherwise. You've already agreed, consequently you can't take it back."

"Harry" I whine, "I'm not good at social events, you know this. There better be booze."

Social gatherings are a nightmare for me. I am extrenly awkward, I dont mean to say that I am shy but when I am surrounded by a large group of people my mind jumbles up with tedious thoughts. I can't stop thinking about how uncomfortable I am. About all the bad things that can happen. My mind thinks the worst and I close myself off to the point that I feel as I have no control over my body, like I'm not even there, my body may be but not my mind.

So I prefer a small group of friends. I feel safe and no one leaves, so there is no pain. People are just so beautiful but they choose to be ugly. The human race are monstrous; they hurt you without even thinking about the constant pain they'll bring you. They shout at you, they hit you, they cheat and lie. So thankfully there is alcohol, to numb the brain.

"Always." I know he's smiling on the other side of the phone, we say our goodbyes and I finish getting ready for the day.

As I walk outside to meet Harry for breakfast at the local diner, the California sun is bright and sizzling.

It was a day like this 2 years ago, a curly haired mess of a boy enters the shop I work at. He was dressed in dark jeans and a button up with the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing off his chest tattoos.
The tattoos on his arms were beautiful too.
He wore a large brimmed hat and sunglasses. He shopped around for a few minutes until he came to the register, smiled at me showing his deep dimples. I couldn't take my eyes off him, he removed his sunglasses and showed his gorgeous almond shaped green eyes. At first he seemed very cocky, but I later learned he was a goof. He spoke and his accent was like mystic wonder to my ears. He had a deep husky voice which is a huge turn on for me. Harry then paid and left.
So a month past and Harry would constantly come into my store during my shift at the same time every day, I just thought he would go after work or something until the day he waited for me to close up the shop.

"Hello?" He said scaring the life out of me.

I laughed "You scared me!"

He chuckled with me "I'm terribly sorry I didn't mean to." He sincerely apologized.